His brow furrows, and he looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. He’s probably right, but I can’t help but feel what I feel.
“Isn’t that your name?”
“Not for you. You call me your own name, and I like it.”
“Vixen,” he says, kissing the hollow of my throat. “My Vixen.”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to go steady with me? I probably should’ve asked before I ruined you for all other men, but I was a little distracted.”
Haring is so damn cute when he wants to be, and I can’t help but give him a hard time. “I’d love to be your girlfriend, but I don’t remember saying you ruined me.”
“You didn’t have to say it with your mouth, because your pussy told me.”
Cheesy bastard. “I wasn’t aware she talked.”
“Your ears are too far away to hear her whispers, but she loves my cock, and wants it to be the only one inside her.”
“I’ll have to take your word for it.”
“You will.”
“I think we can come to some kind of exclusive agreement.”
“I’m having murderous thoughts about any other man touching you, so name your terms.”
“Hmm, let’s see. Sex every day, unless it’s that special week of the month. During those five to seven days, I’m happy to blow you, or let you fuck my tits, though.”
“If you do, I’ll be making it up to you every other day of the month.”
“Not necessary, but I won’t decline the offer. Also, I need a date here and there, so it’s not just sex. The sex is spectacular, but a girl needs some romance too.”
“Romance is a given. Dates are, too.”
“Then you have yourself a deal.”
“Thank the Lord. If you’d said no, I might’ve had to beg.”
“Too proud to beg for me, Haring?”
“Never, Vixen. I just prefer not to, when I can.”
“Don’t beg unless you want to. I mean it. No matter what happens.”
“Got it,” he says with a laugh.
I pretend to smile back, but I’m dying inside. He’s going to be begging for more than me soon, and there’s nothing I can do about it. I’d stop it if I could, but there’s no going back for me. All I can hope for is that he’ll still be alive once this is all over. The chances of that are small, but there’s a chance, and I’ll do everything I can to see us both come out alive.
Haring
Natasha has all of a sudden gotten serious, and if I’m being honest, even a little freaked out. I don’t know what happened, but I need to turn this back around. We’re in a good place, and I’m not about to lose ground.
“Come on,” I say, standing, and pulling her to her feet with me. “I really do need to clean you up, dirty girl.”
“Well, when you put it that way, I could use some help washing my back.”
“That reminds me of something I didn’t finish last night. I was remiss, and I need to rectify that.”
“Are you going to tell me what you’re talking about?”
“I’d rather show you.”
“Not going to complain about that. Ever.”
“Good to know.”
My shower is a walk-in affair, with the water coming down from the ceiling like we’re in the rain. I’ve experienced a rain showerhead before, but this takes it to a whole other level, and I’ve never been so thankful for a design feature before. Natasha is completely charmed and delighted by it.
“Kiss me in the rain, Haring.”
I do as she asks, before pulling back to smile at her. “I’ll kiss you in the real rain one day.”
“I’d like that.”
“It’s a plan. Now, turn around, and hold your hair, so I can worship all the places my lips haven’t touched yet.”
“You’re trying to keep me in this apartment forever, aren’t you?”
“I’m just trying to keep you.”
She kisses me, before turning away from me, and holding up her hair like I told her to. I start at the nape of her neck, moving my mouth over it, as my tongue softly licks. I could suck a mark onto her here, but I know she’s mine, so I just play as I move lower.
Her shoulders get soft kisses from side to side, while every bump of her spine becomes familiar with my tongue. I don’t miss an inch of her back with my mouth. I can’t—it would be a travesty. Her ass is a work of art, and I can help but taking a bite. She yelps, and swats at my head, but I just bat her hand away, and kiss it better.
I continue on to the place where ass meets thigh, and show the back of her legs my appreciation. Down one, and up the other, again not missing an inch. Natasha’s body is curvier than most women are comfortable with, but she owns it, making her even sexier to me. I want to fuck her again, but I know I left her sore last night, so I’m just going to worship her this morning.
“Spectacular. Every single inch of you is spectacular.”
“Thank you. If you’d let me play with your body, I would probably say the same thing to you.”
“Probably?”
“You’ve barely let me touch and kiss you, so how can I be sure. Looks can be deceiving.”
She’s messing with me, but she’s also right. I’ve stopped her almost every time she’s started running her hands and mouth over me. I had to, because if I’d let her have her way with me, I’d have been coming in seconds. I realize now that I was being unfair to her, though. I can handle a little premature ejaculation embarrassment, if it means she gets to do what she wants.
“You can do anything you want to me, Vixen. Here, or back in bed. I’m all yours whenever you want.”
“Just those two places?” she asks, turning to smirk at me.
“Such a smartass.”
She shrugs. “Have to keep you on your toes.”
“You do. Believe me, you have me completely off-balance, and trying to figure out what to do to impress you,” I tell her as I turn off the shower, and grab a towel to wrap around her.
“You don’t need to impress me,” she says holding my face in her hands. “I’m already impressed.”
“Not many people are,” I admit, letting her see my biggest insecurity.
“Hush. Matt Corrigan gave you a huge job, because he knew you could do it.”
“I know,” I tell her, with a sigh. “It’s just the whole D.C. thing brings me down.”
“Maybe you need to go back, and face your fear.”
I do need to go back, but I can’t. It’s simply not an option, but I’m not quite ready for that much sharing yet.
“No. I’m good here. I’ll work through it—with you by my side.”
“Of course.”
I help her dry off, then run a towel absently over my body. “How do you feel about bowling?”
“I’m not sure I have a strong opinion on it.”
“Would you like to go toss around some balls with me?”
“Well, when you put it that way, how can I resist?”
“You can’t. Seriously, though, I want to check out some of the lanes, and see what I might want to do for the Corrigan Fun Center.”
“Cute name, and sure. I’d love to.”
“The name isn’t official, but I’m glad you like it. It might be a keeper now.”
“Like me?”
“Definitely like you.”
“I didn’t say anything before, but I brought a dress, and panties, in my purse. Just in case.”
“Really, but…”
“But, what?”
“Nothing.”
“It’s not nothing if you were going to say it.”
Shit. I got myself into this, and I’m going to have to say it now. I might get slapped, but I have to speak.
“Your lingerie wasn’t exactly something I’d normally see on a woman thinking she was going to get naked with a man.”
“You just said it yourself, Haring—I was hoping to get naked with you. I’m sorry what I had on wasn’t acceptable.”
“Obviousl
y, I wasn’t deterred. I don’t care what you wear. Everything looks good on you, so I’m good with whatever you choose to put on.”
She doesn’t say anything else as she walks over to her purse to grab the dress, and panties. The ones she’s putting on are completely made of lace, but offer her the same full coverage as the ones I took off her last night. I’m thinking I’m never going to see her in a thong, and I’m completely okay with that. Now, I need to make sure she knows it.
“Where is the bowling alley?”
“I was hoping we could try a few.”
“Okay.”
“Look at me,” I demand, turning her. Her eyes are shiny, and I wish I could punch myself right now.
“You’re so damn sexy. I don’t care about what you’re wearing under your clothes. I’m going to take it all off anyway.”
“I could buy some new stuff, but I like being comfortable.”
“Don’t buy anything new. I can’t wait to see every bra and panty you own. I promise you, they’re going to turn me on. I was just surprised, because I’m used to women trying so hard to make me want them. You don’t have to do anything, and I want you more than I’ve ever wanted another woman.”
“You’re sure?”
“Positive. I’m sorry I made you feel bad. That was honestly not my intention.”
“We’re going to have to learn each other’s insecurities, and make sure we protect them.”
“I’ll always protect you.”
She hesitates, and I think she’s going to cry again, but she smiles instead. “I’ll do what I can to protect you too.”
7
Natasha
I haven’t bowled in years, and I can’t say I ever thought about doing it again, but I’m having fun. A lot of fun. And yes, it has everything to do with the man I’m with.
“Yeah, baby,” Haring yells as he bowls yet another strike. His score is more than double what mine is, but I’m still smiling.
Every woman—and some men—in this bowling alley is checking him out, but it’s me he kisses after every turn. I’m the one who gets to rub my hand over his faded U2 t-shirt, and sometimes, even under it. He looks perfect, while I look just okay today, yet here he is.
“I should’ve borrowed your blow dryer,” I sigh, as he pulls me onto his lap, and nuzzles my neck.
My hair is a riot of unruly curls, and it’s not the best look. I’m not particularly vain, or obsessed with how I look, but I do like to know I’m at my best when I’m on a date. Today, I can’t say that, because I’m a little bit of a mess.
“Who says I own one?”
“There is no way your hair looks so good most days without one.”
“You don’t think it looks good right now?”
Of course, it does, the bastard. It’s sticking up in places, and flopping in others, but it’s sexy as hell. I roll my eyes. “You know you’re hot. Half this place is eye-fucking you right now.”
“Only half? I must be losing my touch?”
“I’m not counting the kids.”
“I hope not. Just so you know, your curls are making me crazy.”
“Crazy, like ‘I can’t believe I’m in public with this woman and her wild hair’?”
“No. Crazy, like I want to wrap these curls around my hand, and pull your head back while I fuck you from behind. Right here, and now.”
“The children,” I remind him.
“They’re the only reason I’m not doing it.”
“Would you think less of me if I said I wouldn’t stop you if it was only adults here?”
“Fuck no. Damn, I meant it when I said you’re the perfect woman.”
“No one’s perfect, Haring.” Especially not me.
“Whatever. Now, you’ve got me wishing I hadn’t used the valet for my car. We could be making out in the garage once this game is finished.”
“We can make out at the next place.”
“Oh yeah. Go take your turn, Vixen, so we can get out of here.”
We finish the game, our kisses in between turns getting hotter, and needier. I don’t resist when he lifts me up, and carries me out. I wrap my legs around him, and suck on his neck while we make our way through the casino. We kiss while we wait for the car, and I know the edge of my panties are showing as he squeezes my ass, but I’m too far gone for this man to care.
We’re forced apart by the arrival of the car, and I fight the urge to climb on top of him as he drives us to our next destination. It should be illegal for a man to be this sexy. Actually, it probably is in some states.
“How far is it?”
“A few miles. I would just stop somewhere, and put my mouth back on you, but this job is important to me.”
“I’m not complaining. I mean, I am, but it’s only because just being near you makes me so damn horny.”
“You can’t say things like that to me while I’m trying to drive.”
“I’ll talk about your job, then. I’m excited to see everything you’re planning, and I love that you want me to go with you to check things out.”
“Are you sure? Sometimes I think I’m not being romantic enough.”
“Yes, and you are. Fun is underrated on dates.”
“I’m going to wine and dine you, too, in case you were wondering.”
“Good to know.”
I behave, and keep my mouth shut until we pull into the parking garage at another casino. Haring parks us in a spot away from most of the other cars, and shuts off the engine. I have my seat belt off, and I’m climbing onto him as he’s pushing his seat a little further back. He reaches down to recline it, but I stop him.
“I like it like this.”
“Whatever you want.”
I want it hot, sweaty, and out-of-control, and that’s exactly what I get. We kiss, caress, bite, grope, and suck on each other. Everything, and anything two people can do while their clothes stay on. When the security guard knocks on the fogged-up car window, my dress is unzipped, but still on, exposing nothing. My hand is down Haring’s unzipped jeans, while one of his has my hair twisted in it, like he said he wanted.
“We have rooms if you want to have sex, but you need to stop what you’re doing in here.”
I slide my hands from his jeans as subtly as possible, keeping him covered with the round skirt of my dress. Haring zips up my dress as he smiles at the guy on the bike.
“Sorry, man, we’re going inside to bowl, and we’ll behave.”
“We’ll be watching.”
“Gotcha.”
The guy waits while I climb off Haring, and pull the visor down to try and fix myself in the mirror. Haring zips up, and runs a hand through that damn hair of his, which still looks sexy. Once he’s satisfied we’re being “good”, the security guy rides off on his bike, and we burst out laughing.
“That was not nearly as embarrassing as I ever thought something like that would be.”
“How many guys in the security room do you think were getting off to you grinding on me?”
“Who cares?”
“Have you ever had sex with someone watching before?”
I turn my head away from him when I answer. “Yes.”
“Ah, so it is your kink.”
“Not really,” I tell him, twisting my curls into a bun, because there is no way to tame them at this point.
“I just want to know what you like.” He sounds a little petulant, so I make myself look at him.
“I didn’t like it before. With you today, I just don’t care if anyone sees us, because I want you so much.”
He smiles, and I know we’re okay. Once he jumps out, and jogs around the car to open my door, I get a chaste kiss on the mouth. This time, we hold hands like kids, eat greasy bowling alley food, and kiss each other sweetly. It’s different, but just as powerful, telling me what I already knew—I’m falling in love with Haring Kingston.
Haring
Natasha and I played indoor miniature golf last night, and I wasn’t in love with it. I get the
weather thing here in Vegas, but after playing outside on fun and cheesy courses my whole life, I’m underwhelmed by playing in the dark. I’ve got ideas, but I’m not sure I can work them out.
“You look pensive,” Matt says, standing in my doorway with a raised eyebrow.
“Just working out a problem.”
“Need a sounding board?”
“Actually, yes.”
He takes a seat in one of the chairs across from me. “Go ahead, and tell me what’s got you thinking so hard.”
“I know it’s too hot for outdoor mini golf, but I want to recreate the outdoor experience, indoors. I was thinking of ringing the lobby and check-in desk area with a course. We’d have windows along the outside, and nets all around. There would be little hills, windmills, and all the other wonderfully cheesy stuff you’d find outside.”
“Where’s the problem? It sounds great.”
“I just didn’t know if we could do it.”
“We can do it. We can pretty much do anything you can think of. Tell me what else you’re thinking of.”
I outline my plans for the go-karts outside, the ice rink on a level below the lobby, the bowling alleys—one for families, and a sexier one, for adults only—and everything else I’ve been thinking of. I let him know I’ve contacted Gavin about having his students run the snack area, and what he thinks we should have on the menu.
“Perfect. This is all amazing. Ryan said he assigned Noah to help you.”
“Yep. He’ll be here any minute now to go over the initial plans, based on what I talked to him about last week.”
“Great. Everyone will be moved out of here in the next couple of days, and into the new building. We’ll demo this one on Monday, and start the re-build once everything’s cleared out.”
I shake my head. “I’m not used to all of this. Getting things done in days. It doesn’t seem real.”
“I may sound cavalier about things, but even though I’ve grown up around all this wealth and power, sometimes I can’t believe what I can do, either. I just try to do as much good as I can, and enjoy the perks I have, because I know I’ve worked for them.”
“The money isn’t your happiness.”
“Not a penny. As long as I have Reina, and my boy, I’d be happy in a shack somewhere. Honestly, there are days I wish we were off somewhere alone in a shack.”
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